The clouds yell loudly
Summoning anxious feelings
I'll hold you tightly

if your body is a temple then i am my safe house
but even the safest places can be seduced by a flame
and every time you touch me, you set my world ablaze

Love can breathe life
Bring life
Be life

If you can love yourself enough
To believe love

I will catch you when you fall.
I will wrap around you till you feel secure
I will not let go till you can walk again.
I will always be right behind you when you feel like your falling again.
I will not break because I'm your support.

But who will catch me when I fall.
Who will wrap around me till I feel safe.
Who won't let me go till I can walk again.
Who will be there everytime I fall over and over.
Who won't break on me because I use your support to much.

I will catch everyone who falls into me,
But who will save me when my net breaks.
The netting I once had is duct taped everywhere because I've been used, torn and some I couldn't save.
They broke me..

I will be your safety net if you would be mine every so often.

the lamp
is a street away

i can see it
through the pouring rain

with every droplet
opens my imagination

the smell is rich
of regrettable decisions

the screen is a safety
from the rain to me

maybe if i just took it down
the history would shine through

the lamp goes out
another shameful mistake

the lamp
is two streets away

i can only find the open palms of my demons in that red mist, the ones that once held my face in a much harsher way than you do now. your calloused hands feel like heaven instead of the hell that slept in the creases of their fingerprints. sometimes i fall too close and i see their blackened eyes that replay childhood traumas that i have spent years repressing with self-destructive behaviours and alcohol. your own remind me of the rivers i could drown myself in but i must remind myself that diving in will only give me peace, not death, though it feels like death whenever they're not in my sight. sometimes i think about hurting myself again but then i remember the claws of those monsters and how they can't compare to your nails tickling at my back in the late of the night where theirs would be cutting me open. i don't ever want to be in their grip again. never again. never.